1825-1840
Old story-books! old story-books! we owe you much, old friends,
Bright-coloured threads in Memory's warp, of which Death holds the
ends.
Who can forget? Who can spurn the ministers of joy
That waited on the lisping girl and petticoated boy?
Talk of your vellum, gold embossed, morocco, roan, and calf;
The blue and yellow wraps of old were prettier by half.
ELIZA COOKE
Their works of amusement, when not laden with more religion than the
tale can hold in solution, are often admirable.
_Quarterly Review_, 1843